Just typing awayJust typing away by KaiVorail
The church clock strikes eight, so those villagers who are awake know without checking that it is six. A cock crows. A body lies across the doorstep of the church, a line of crumb-carrying ants marches across the fedora covering its face. There is a serene, momentary quiet after the chimes cease. A figure glides past the church wall, before the silence is cracked by baby crying.
Silence is broken in a small household down the street as a baby cries after awaking from its slumber in need of nourishment leaning tiresomely against a broomstick from a hard nights work with no end to her torment the woman is dead to the world. In an instant her world is crushed again with a simple slip of her hand and she wakes to the cold kiss of the slate flooring holding her head in pain as she struggles to her feet only to find the baby nagging her for breakfast.
Sighing in grief she fixes the infant a warm bottle of milk taken from their very own cow in the dir
DownfallDownfall by alexiuss
And in this dark harvest of season
My life has completely lost reason,
For which or against to decide.
All lost in a savage and endless, bleak tide
In sadness and in kindness
In light and in darkness.
In a boat made of hope
I shall sail to tomorrow,
In a winding hurricane
Made of treachery and sorrow.
There's a spear, endless, and colossal spear...
Piercing, slashing though my head.
Starting somewhere in heaven,
Ending somewhere in hell.
Fighting, burning, crying, crashing.
Are the armies within.
In my head they are all thrashing.
On the heaven's and hell's whim.
To be light or to be darkness.
A perpetual array.
It's not merely my choice,
But the choice of the way.
It's an option of the voice,
It's a thin line of gray.
Is it a choice forced by fate,
Is it a pre-set time and date?
Or a choice to which I myself sway?
But here's our story anyway .
"Nothing that I do will matter.
As all things will merely shatter!"
All my hopes thus darkness scatter,
As it shoves me a decree.
As it si